It wasn't often Drizzt was caught, spying or otherwise. He'd made a habit as a young man once he'd left the lightless world of his birth to observe rather than approach others. Many feared him on appearance alone, and rightly so. His people were evil, thoroughly and unapologetically, and he was certainly an exception. One could take only so much repulsion before learning better of approaching first.

This place had proven a strange bastion in that respect, where people saw him, smiled, and spoke as though things were normal and well. Still, old habits died hard and his first inclination was the avert his eyes when he was noticed. He forced himself to look up, though, to meet her gaze with his own.

"My apologies. Your song sounds like a lament, but it's beautiful."